Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkey and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Dave Clark Five to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Junior Murvin,
Kayak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Guru Guru,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
Mission of Burma,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deepchord,
The Cure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Darondo,
The Doors,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sister Nancy,
The Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
Q and Not U,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pretty Things,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
Audionom,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper,
The Evens,
The Gun Club,
The Detroit Cobras,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.